This is what my mind offered up while sitting zazen this evening. I have no one to blame, not even myself. What comes up is often the disease, depression. I am tired today. When the wave comes, all I can do is ride it. Look out, the shit-surfer is hanging ten, woo hoo.

Thanks mikosian! There’s no rest for the wicked/weary, but I’m getting by anyway. It’ll all be better after the move. It’ll all be better after the move. It’ll all be better after the move.
(clicking my heels three time).